Dianthe Rising
Authors: J.B. Miller
Dianthe Rising
A Dia Mclearey Novel [1]
J.B. Miller
JK Publishing, Inc. (2014)
Warning: For Mature Adult Audiences. Contains language and actions some may deem offensive. Sexually explicit content. Menage – MMF with MM interaction.
In book one of the Dia Mclearey Series: Twenty years ago a young woman was seduced by the Celtic god, Belenus. She gave birth to a daughter destined to give her mates the power to rule the worlds. However, a mother's love knows no bounds. She would deny the very gods to ensure her daughter safety.
However, destiny proves it cannot be held back. Now living in London, Dianthe is oblivious to her gifts. Until a girls' night out almost cost her everything when she meets a hungry vamp. That night, the world she knew turns upside down and she is thrown into the paranormal world.
What does a supposedly human, a wolf king, and an ancient Fae have in common? A woman they each want as their own. Join in as Daniel, Kale, and Robin set out to prove that Dianthe was meant for them.
When the passion flares, can her mates overcome their jealousy before they have to go back to where it all began? Will they survive the battle at the stone of Dianthe's Rising?
Dianthe Rising
A Dia Mclearey Novel
Book One
By J.B. Miller
© Copyright January 2014 JK Publishing, Inc.
Revised edition from September 2013
ISBN#9781311577597
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Edited by ML Hill
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Published by JK Publishing, Inc.
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Dedication
To Connie Suttle, I said if I ever wrote a book you would be on the dedication page.
This book is for you and all of the voices in my head. I would never have done it if not for your encouragement and leading by example. You are Totally Awesome.
Samantha Atkin, you crazy woman. You are the one who kept on graciously accepting my messages on Facebook. Reading all the rubbish I wrote, and kept on screaming MORE SEX SCENES. You, lady, ROCK. Thank you for being there for me.
My wonderful husband has probably been the most patient and understanding man in the world. He is the one who kept taking the kids and letting me run away to write. Sorry I have missed so many family movie nights. I love you much more to infinity and beyond and back again. It is in print so it must be true.
Table of Contents
Prelude
It was a dark and stormy night. Okay, no it wasn’t. In fact, it was your average hectic London day.
There was a slight breeze and the sun was peeking out from behind big fluffy cotton wool clouds. Who would have thought my life was about to change forever?
I can remember as a teenager, while my family taught me about the straight and narrow and the slippery road to hell, I dreamed of all the things that went bump in the night. Like all other teenagers, my imagination was wild and free.
Vampires, fairies, werewolves, and angels, oh my.
I would sigh and ponder how wonderful it would be to have one of them sweep me away and whisk me off my feet.
The only angels my parents let me speak about were the archangels in Heaven. They couldn't understand where they went wrong with the cuckoo in their nest.
Man, I can tell you, fantasy has nothing on reality. Oh, and those strong alpha males I liked to dream and sigh about. So over that.
After my introduction into the world of monsters, I wanted an accountant instead. It’s too bad we don’t always get our way.
My name is Dianthe Mclearey and this is my story.
Prologue
Callanish Village on the Isle of Skye…
"Tis time, my wee darling. You will need to be pushing now," the Midwife crooned to me as I struggled to bring my child into the world.
"I canna,” I wept. “It’s too much. Oh God, I canna do any more. I am done, Margaret."
"Ah wheesht it, you’ll have this bairn out afore the night is here."
The pain was more than I thought I would ever be able to bear. Every time a contraction would start, my back would lock in agonizing sympathy. Waves of fiery pain rolled through my nerves as I clenched my teeth against the urge to scream
his
name.
Afraid to call his name in case he heard it and came at its mention, I held tight to the sheets determined to have this bairn out of me before I died from the torture of its birth.
Breathing heavily after the last contraction, Margaret looked at me and smiled encouragingly.
"Ach, I can see its wee head, another push and the head will be out."
Feeling the next contraction, I bore down and pushed as hard as I could, feeling the stretch of my body as the small being trying to be born pushed further into the world.
"That’s my wee lamb, the head is out, once more and we will have your wee babe in yer arms."
Gathering the last of my waning strength, I looked out the window as the full moon rose above the stones in the distance and pushed with all that I had in me. Feeling a relief in pressure and a sudden lightness, I opened my eyes in time to hear a bleating cry.
Smiling broadly, Margaret held up a bloody bundle and laid it upon my chest.
"A wee lassie," she laughed. "My girl, you have a daughter and a right set of lungs she has on her as well."
Hesitantly, I lifted my hand and raised the towel Margaret had wrapped around her. Golden eyes blinked up at me, instead of the cloudy blue of most babes.
As my daughter lay in my arms, the product of a human woman and a god, Margaret's hand touched my shoulder and her wizened gaze took us in. "Aye, lass, she is her father's daughter. Do ye still wish to go through with yer plans?"
Looking into my daughter's eyes, I knew I would do anything to protect her and keep her from those who would want to use her for their own devices. Even if that meant I would never get to see her grow into the woman she would one day be.
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Though it may cost me my life at the hands of an angry god, so be it. The cost would be well worth the sacrifice.
*****
Carmelite monastery in St. Charles square London…
Just before six a.m., not long after the rising of the morning sun a wail sounded throughout the halls of the monastery. I was so used to the silence of the convent that I startled at the noise as my sisters and I made our way to Morning Prayer. We rushed to the front of the building as the cries intensified and Mother Mary opened the gate to find a Moses basket on the ground.
Several short gasps rang out in the silence as Mother Mary picked up the naked babe within. With a shaking hand, she smoothed back her black veil to better see the tiny infant.
